One Summer Day
I want to muse—
without
wearing eye-glasses, but
urge my pen for words that guide
to sea of love. Sun makes
her lips fiery, we sip
the day,
swallow it, childishly! Hmm, Nitz’s heart
pumps out breath, holding our souls
like victims for ransom. Ah,
etching our aliases in the sudor like wine
on the lustful spread of green, I
look for the cheerful shadow
of sky, as we dress our minds
with chrysanthemum of a summer day.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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